Caged By My Devil Uncle

Chris’ Pov

I don’t doubt what Wendy said. Wendy wants to succeed more than anyone. So how can she do something that is not conducive to working together?

In Wendy’s dresses, I am a little taller than Wendy, and skirts that are not long enough are shorter on me.

I doubted the dress would expose me if I was not careful. I frowned. “Sister Wendy, this dress is too short.”

“It is. It’s just as well. It’s getting late. Go quickly with Calvin.”

Before I could say anything, I was pushed away from her.

“Sister Wendy….”

“If you don’t understand something, ask Calvin. He has a wealth of experience. I wish you a successful victory.”

I nodded. “Hmm.”

This is my first internship in sales. I have to be successful and not fail!

On the way to King Group, I felt very anxious. I wonder what the CEO, who was so mysterious, would be like.

When Calvin saw my nervousness, he started to lighten the atmosphere and said, “Don’t worry, it’s just a meeting with someone, it’s no big deal.”

“Senior Calvin, I am new here and I know that this collaboration is important not only for our company but also for our group. I am afraid that I do not have a sense of proportion and I have screwed something up. At this point, there is no room for redemption.”

I carefully recalled the stupid things I had done in those two days, and none of them were right. I felt really guilty.

“Nothing, do not be so stressed, even if you can not talk about it, you can not be blamed.”

“Hmm.” Even though I said that, my nervous hands were sweating because I was afraid that I would make some mistakes later.

If I had known that last night, I should have asked Kenneth what kind of person the president was, and I would have been a little less scared.

Take out your cell phone. Kenneth has called me before, but I did not save it. Fortunately, my memory is good. Kenneth’s number is not hard to remember. The final digits are all zeros. I dialed it from memory.

The phone was quickly connected, and a familiar voice answered, “Hello.”

Just one word made my heart beat faster, as I did every time Eland looked at me.

Kenneth’s pov

I just received word that Chris has made her way to the King Group. If there is no accident, she will be at the King Group’s door in fifteen minutes.

It is unusual for her to call me. Has this little fool finally woken up and realized that I am the president of the King Group?

After waiting for three seconds, I did not hear her speak. I smiled and said, “Little fool, speak.”

“Ah, Uncle.” Chris only responded.

“Why are you afraid of me again?” I am a little unhappy.

It’s clear that the little woman was not so stiff in front of me yesterday, and today she started stuttering again.

Chris’ point of view

Now I am not afraid of him, but I am nervous, and my heart inexplicably beats faster at his voice.

“Uncle, I want to ask you a question.”

He calms my heartbeat. What happened to me, but I was on the phone with my uncle.

“Go ahead.”

“I forgot to ask you yesterday how old is this president, what kind of character is he, and can you get along with him?”

Kenneth’s view

It turned out she had called for the president. I was unhappy. I thought the little woman was looking for me. But this president is myself, so he’s kind of looking for me.

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“Uncle, I felt uncomfortable. I am asking you. I feel relieved…. You are so familiar with him, you must know him very well.”

“Well, that’s quite clear.” I folded the papers closed and played with the pen in my hand.

“Then can you tell me how old he is?”

“About my age.” I don’t want to answer.

“That young?” Chris muttered, “I thought he was half a century old.”

I am not a few years older than Warren, and now I am twenty-seven. I am a very young president.

“Is he good-natured?” asked Chris again.

I am seriously thinking about this problem. Is my temperament good? I do not know if I am good for others, but I am good for them, Chris.

“He has a good temperament, is 188 tall and weighs 75 kg, likes black and white gray, drinks coffee without sugar and hates sweets….”

Chris’s Pov

I was shocked to hear Kenneth reveal the president’s preferences.

“Uncle, you know him too well.”

“Of course, there is no one in the world who knows him better than me, so you do not have to worry, he will not eat people.”

“OK, thank you, uncle.” I was relieved when I hung up the phone.

Calvin asked, “What is your uncle? He can be friends with the president. It seems he is not an easy person.”

I think of the black and gold card he gave himself earlier, and no one in the world can do that with money.

But I really do not know what his identity is.

I shook my head. “I don’t know. He must be a very powerful person.”

It occurred to me that Kenneth knew everything about me and I knew nothing except that he was the illegitimate child of the Wilson family. It is clear that I slept in the same bed several times and I know nothing.

What kind of man is the uncle? Sometimes pretentious and sometimes gentle, I think about falling into “fascination.”

The car was parked in front of the company, and Calvin pushed me. “Chris, here it is. What are you doing?”

“Ha, so early?”

“Cheer up, then we have to concentrate and not make any mistakes, you understand?”

“Well, I understand.” I took a deep breath and stopped thinking about what I had and what I did not have.

Calvin and I walked into the hall, and I was almost nervous.

This is the multinational super company that the King Group, even the Wilson Group, has to look up to. I have been shut out of the Wilson Group many times. Will it really work out this time?

Before I could even introduce myself, the receptionist took the initiative and approached me. “Hello, is this Miss Chris?”

I was flattered. “Yes, it’s me.”

“The president is already waiting for you, please come with me.” The receptionist politely directs me.

Neither Calvin nor I had expected the King Group to be so considerate.

Especially when the receptionist led us to the golden VIP elevator, I wanted to reach out and “touch it.” This is the legendary golden elevator. I do not know how it feels to enter it. ?

“Miss Chris, you can just go up,” the receptionist said gently.

“Thank you so much.” I found that it was not so smooth. The president must be so good to me because of my uncle.

The receptionist swiped the card before the elevator opened. “Miss Chris, please enter.”